Drarry One-Shots

Switching Places Pt2

 Harry sat nervously on the edge of their bed, staring at his hands in his lap, his eyes were focused on his wedding ring, avoiding eye contact with Draco. His husband paced in front of him, Harry could tell that Draco was trying not to lose his temper with him. Finally, Draco stopped pacing, stood in front of him with his arms crossed and waited for him to explain what the hell happened and how they ended up in each other's bodies.

 Harry was stalling. He didn't want to tell him about the body-switching potion he bought from some dodgy Witch in Knockturn Alley, so he could switch bodies with Blaise and find out if Draco was cheating on him. And because something went wrong, he switched bodies with Draco instead. As much as he wanted to confess everything to Draco, his marriage depended on him keeping this secret buried deep within himself. Like hell he was going to confess to that, he wanted to stay married to Draco, so, what he needed was a coverup story and he needed it now, dammit! But what lie could possibly save him? He swallowed hard, searching desperately for words.

 Draco raised a brow as he glared at Harry. His impatience evident in his voice and body language. "Alright, Harry," he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "you've had enough time to stall, I want to know what in Merlin's name happened."

 Harry glanced away as he spoke, "I'm not stalling," but he could feel Draco's eyes boring into him skeptically. He let out a heavy sigh and finally met Draco's gaze, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Alright, fine, I'm stalling," he admitted with a sheepish shrug.

 "You're still stalling, Harry, and I'm beginning to lose my patience." Draco said sighing deeply, struggling to keep his temper under control.

 "Okay, well, I..." Harry began but was cut off by Ron's voice calling to him from downstairs.

 Both men looked over at the door, and Harry started to stand up but Draco grabbed his arm firmly with one hand. His other hand went to rub his forehead as he spoke softly and sternly in a low voice. He reminded Harry of their little situation and that he wasn't supposed to be there at all. Draco then called down to Ron, telling him he'd be right down, Ron told him to hurry up or they'd be late for work. The tension in the room eased somewhat and Harry could feel his shoulders relax. He felt relief wash over him, mixed with gratefulness for Ron's unintentional interruption. He'd have to thank him later. Draco sighed and continued rubbing his head, feeling a headache coming on before he spoke frustrated.

 "I don't know what you did and I really don't care, all I do know is that you better fix it. In the meantime, since we're stuck in each other's bodies and we can't tell anyone what's going on... we have no other choice but to pretend to be each other."

 "Are you sure that's a good idea, Dray?" Harry asked nervously.

 "What other choice do we have, Harry?" Draco asked.

 "You're right." Harry agreed, sighing.

 "Alright, this should be easy to do. All I have to do is act like an entitled, reckless Wizard, who always acts first without thinking and is beloved by everyone around me despite my careless attitude." Draco said annoyed.

 "And all I have to do is act like a pompous, stuck-up, pureblood Wizard, who thinks they know everything. You're right, Dray, it's going to be easy." Harry added bitterly as he stood up.

 "Sod off, Potter, this is your fault that we're in this damn mess, don't forget that." Draco said angrily.

 "I can't forget because you won't let me." Harry replied angrily.

 "Fix this." Draco said before he left the room.

 Harry returned to Paris, his anger boiling in the pit of his stomach. He rushed through a shower and quickly changed into different clothes. As he looked into the mirror, he studied his reflection with an intense gaze. He knew he had made a mistake with the spell, but he was determined to get what he wanted and have some fun while doing it. He decided that he would be Draco alright, but his own version of Draco, one where he could add more of himself into it. He carefully restyled his hair and clothing until he was satisfied with his appearance. He smiled at himself in the mirror before leaving the room and heading downstairs.